Saturday, October 1, 2011

Testosterone fest

My son called yesterday afternoon around 4, asking if he could use our house as a pre-wedding "staging area" for his buddies today at noon. ("My apartment is sort of a mess," he said. Really?!)

Serious discussion about the merits of the Windsor knot.

It's been a rather depressing week with too many thoughts about death, so I was all-too happy to see the now-30-year-olds who used to hang out here in their youth - especially the groom, one of my boy's best friends.

The groom.

I made them all mulligatawny soup and ironed 4 or 5 of their shirts...

while they made cocktails and joked around.

Then, I happily took their picture in front of the fireplace - the traditional prom photo backdrop - and sent them merrily on their way.

4 comments:

Aww, love these pics. I had three sons myself. My oldest is about to be 34 next week, my middle son passed away three years ago, but would be 33 now and the baby is 26. Hope all the festivities and wedding were great. The groom looks like a great guy.

Marg, my deepest condolences to you on the loss of your middle son. That kind of grief is unthinkable to me. KJ, I did love that they wanted to come over, and each one of them thanked me again last night at the wedding (which was, really, the best I'd ever seen). CSS, it definitely brightened up the week. Had enough 'crappy' for a while. Thanks.

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